Sunday, August 2
I have always had a soft spot for the Mill Road Cemetery.
Blackberries grow along the brick fence and crickets chirp in the tall grass. People walk their dogs, relax on their lunch break or even go mushroom picking.
Most of the graves are so old they are crumbling away, the inscriptions having become illegible long ago.
Finding Mister Careless' gravestone did make me smile though. What an excellent surname.
While I took pictures a lady bug landed on me. Good luck is mine. :-)
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